middaeg | open-ish

Who: Trevor Belmont and others
When: first half of the month prior to the event
Where: various places
What: mostly planned things with cr but also an open prompt concerning the doll quest
Warnings: Trevor being Trevor, blood drinking, monster fighting, other things tbd

dolly mine quest

[ Early in the evening on this particular night, if you happen to be taking a stroll nearby a certain toy store, you might happen to spot a little set-up that's been done some ways from the store on the cobblestone path. There's a table, four chairs, small little cups with saucers, and a teapot placed in the center of the table. All miniatures. If you're thinking tea party? You'd be thinking right. And who loves tea parties? Dolls love tea parties. It's a cute little set-up. How could any doll resist coming over to have some tea?

But near that little set-up is also a box. Yeah. A really BIG BOX that's tilted on an angle with a stick propping it up... angled to drop down over the little tea party and catch some dolls. How? With the near invisible string that's tied around the stick propping the up the box and runs up up up all the way to the building beside the toy store with a head peeking over the side. No, not a doll head. A vampire's head. Who, just so happens to spot someone strolling by his trap. ]

Psst! Get away from that! You'll scare the dolls off!

[ That sure is Trevor now-a-vampire-but-still-a Belmont shouting in a whisper at you. ]

other things?
(( if you'd like to do something specific with Trevor, feel free to shoot me a PM or a PP at escaflownes on plurk and we can work something out! o/ ))

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[ Adjusting his shirt some, he watches Hector carefully as he speaks, eyes having gone back to blue completely more or less. When you're a vampire, spending the night isn't really a thing you do. The night is the only time you can be out after all. ]

Two should be fine. It's not like I have to drink from either of you every day or anything.

[ Thankfully. But as he straightens up some on the couch, he lets his gaze linger on the faun for a moment before he reaches out and lets the backs of his fingers gently brush over the bandage there on his neck. ]

You going to be ok?

Right. So it'll be fine. I'll keep plenty of iron in my diet.

[Right. The key is to be practical. He doesn't expect Trevor to stay, not really. He's just...been spoiled by how tactile his fellow fauns have been. It's just a matter of re-calibrating his brain. There's no reason Trevor shouldn't leave. If Hector needs cuddling, that's what his dogs are for.]

You didn't hurt me, Belmont. No need to worry. I'll need a day before I try to lift that ax, but other than that, you've patched me up good as new.

[ Trevor may be an idiot at times, but that doesn't mean he's ALWAYS an idiot. But, if Hector says he's fine, he's not about to press it any and so, he just hums then as he pushes himself up to stand. ]

If you say so.

[ As he moves past the faun, he drops a hand down to his head to give him a gentle pat or two before he slips past, arms stretching out and neck cracking from side to side. The night is still relatively young at least. ]

You need anything before I head out?

[There's the blue-eyed Trevor, the human Trevor, back at last. He pats Hector on the head, such a simple gesture, and Hector feels that rush of warmth that always comes when someone pets him. It's so casual and reassuring. Of course he'll be back. And if Hector asked for something, Trevor would see to it.

He shakes his head, slowly. Their alliance is still tentative. Fragile. He shouldn't put strain on it for stupid, superfluous things, not when Belmont's already given him so much. He's going to ache wonderfully for days from the pounding Trevor gave him.]

I'll be alright. Lock the door on your way out? [Because, you know, wouldn't want any monsters getting in.]

[ No, wouldn't want any of that at all.

It's with making sure he has everything on him (not like he stripped completely naked or anything) that he turns then to make his way for the door, but not without looking back over his shoulder to cast a glance in the faun's direction again before he leaves. ]

Don't stay up too late.

Oh? No 'stay out of trouble'? What, you decide you like my brand of trouble, Belmont?

[And there they are, returning to the ribbing, just like everything is normal between them. Is it normal? Fuck if Hector knows. But he can pretend like it is, and maybe he can make it true.]

[ THAT gets him to stop right as he's at the door. Arm resting against the frame of it, he grins as he looks back to Hector. ]

Didn't think you'd be going off to find trouble tonight. But, if you are? Don't.

Don't worry. I'm full up on trouble for one evening.

[He'll go right to bed like a good little faun. He lies back on the couch and says more quietly, in parting:]

...have a good night.

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